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“When I compose an image I work without premeditation, beginning with only a vague suggestion, so the places I make often surprise me as they unfold in a series of unanticipated discoveries. The subjects change and shift as a nascent world comes slowly into focus. Even though my desire is to create places and events that are vivid and seem true—to make impossible places tangible—they stay elusive and enigmatic to me. In the end, the drawings are both a record of discovery and a means of re-experiencing the mystery. They also remind me of our desire to search for truth and meaning as we encounter and attempt to define our shifting world, even if such a search might be futile.” – Hilary Brace
“When I compose an image I work without premeditation, beginning with only a vague suggestion, so the places I make often surprise me as they unfold in a series of unanticipated discoveries. The subjects change and shift as a nascent world comes slowly into focus. Even though my desire is to create places and events that are vivid and seem true—to make impossible places tangible—they stay elusive and enigmatic to me. In the end, the drawings are both a record of discovery and a means of re-experiencing the mystery. They also remind me of our desire to search for truth and meaning as we encounter and attempt to define our shifting world, even if such a search might be futile.” – Hilary Brace
“When I compose an image I work without premeditation, beginning with only a vague suggestion, so the places I make often surprise me as they unfold in a series of unanticipated discoveries. The subjects change and shift as a nascent world comes slowly into focus. Even though my desire is to create places and events that are vivid and seem true—to make impossible places tangible—they stay elusive and enigmatic to me. In the end, the drawings are both a record of discovery and a means of re-experiencing the mystery. They also remind me of our desire to search for truth and meaning as we encounter and attempt to define our shifting world, even if such a search might be futile.” – Hilary Brace
“When I compose an image I work without premeditation, beginning with only a vague suggestion, so the places I make often surprise me as they unfold in a series of unanticipated discoveries. The subjects change and shift as a nascent world comes slowly into focus. Even though my desire is to create places and events that are vivid and seem true—to make impossible places tangible—they stay elusive and enigmatic to me. In the end, the drawings are both a record of discovery and a means of re-experiencing the mystery. They also remind me of our desire to search for truth and meaning as we encounter and attempt to define our shifting world, even if such a search might be futile.” – Hilary Brace
“When I compose an image I work without premeditation, beginning with only a vague suggestion, so the places I make often surprise me as they unfold in a series of unanticipated discoveries. The subjects change and shift as a nascent world comes slowly into focus. Even though my desire is to create places and events that are vivid and seem true—to make impossible places tangible—they stay elusive and enigmatic to me. In the end, the drawings are both a record of discovery and a means of re-experiencing the mystery. They also remind me of our desire to search for truth and meaning as we encounter and attempt to define our shifting world, even if such a search might be futile.” – Hilary Brace

“When I compose an image I work without premeditation, beginning with only a vague suggestion, so the places I make often surprise me as they unfold in a series of unanticipated discoveries. The subjects change and shift as a nascent world comes slowly into focus. Even though my desire is to create places and events that are vivid and seem true—to make impossible places tangible—they stay elusive and enigmatic to me. In the end, the drawings are both a record of discovery and a means of re-experiencing the mystery. They also remind me of our desire to search for truth and meaning as we encounter and attempt to define our shifting world, even if such a search might be futile.” – Hilary Brace

Floating series Photographer Andrew Brodhead grew up in Savannah, Georgia, where he worked at his parent’s health food store and as a kid his daily job was to take out the recycling. This is where he recognized how much of the stuff he threw out wasn’t recyclable. He began to think about landfills and where everything goes. In his words: ‘There are islands of plastic taking over the oceans, the earth is suffocating from plastic that never biodegrades and our water and environment are leaching toxic estrogenic compounds.’ With his slightly disturbing ‘Floating Series’, where you can’t help but think of floating corpses wrapped in plastic, he wants to raise awareness for this overwhelming waste we produce everyday. ‘Visually, I want to convey the sacrifice we have made by our consumption and waste. The wrapped bodies represent invasive cocoons floating over vulnerable landscapes’. His pictures leave, despite their fragile beauty, a slightly bitter aftertaste.
Floating series Photographer Andrew Brodhead grew up in Savannah, Georgia, where he worked at his parent’s health food store and as a kid his daily job was to take out the recycling. This is where he recognized how much of the stuff he threw out wasn’t recyclable. He began to think about landfills and where everything goes. In his words: ‘There are islands of plastic taking over the oceans, the earth is suffocating from plastic that never biodegrades and our water and environment are leaching toxic estrogenic compounds.’ With his slightly disturbing ‘Floating Series’, where you can’t help but think of floating corpses wrapped in plastic, he wants to raise awareness for this overwhelming waste we produce everyday. ‘Visually, I want to convey the sacrifice we have made by our consumption and waste. The wrapped bodies represent invasive cocoons floating over vulnerable landscapes’. His pictures leave, despite their fragile beauty, a slightly bitter aftertaste.
Floating series Photographer Andrew Brodhead grew up in Savannah, Georgia, where he worked at his parent’s health food store and as a kid his daily job was to take out the recycling. This is where he recognized how much of the stuff he threw out wasn’t recyclable. He began to think about landfills and where everything goes. In his words: ‘There are islands of plastic taking over the oceans, the earth is suffocating from plastic that never biodegrades and our water and environment are leaching toxic estrogenic compounds.’ With his slightly disturbing ‘Floating Series’, where you can’t help but think of floating corpses wrapped in plastic, he wants to raise awareness for this overwhelming waste we produce everyday. ‘Visually, I want to convey the sacrifice we have made by our consumption and waste. The wrapped bodies represent invasive cocoons floating over vulnerable landscapes’. His pictures leave, despite their fragile beauty, a slightly bitter aftertaste.
Floating series Photographer Andrew Brodhead grew up in Savannah, Georgia, where he worked at his parent’s health food store and as a kid his daily job was to take out the recycling. This is where he recognized how much of the stuff he threw out wasn’t recyclable. He began to think about landfills and where everything goes. In his words: ‘There are islands of plastic taking over the oceans, the earth is suffocating from plastic that never biodegrades and our water and environment are leaching toxic estrogenic compounds.’ With his slightly disturbing ‘Floating Series’, where you can’t help but think of floating corpses wrapped in plastic, he wants to raise awareness for this overwhelming waste we produce everyday. ‘Visually, I want to convey the sacrifice we have made by our consumption and waste. The wrapped bodies represent invasive cocoons floating over vulnerable landscapes’. His pictures leave, despite their fragile beauty, a slightly bitter aftertaste.
Floating series Photographer Andrew Brodhead grew up in Savannah, Georgia, where he worked at his parent’s health food store and as a kid his daily job was to take out the recycling. This is where he recognized how much of the stuff he threw out wasn’t recyclable. He began to think about landfills and where everything goes. In his words: ‘There are islands of plastic taking over the oceans, the earth is suffocating from plastic that never biodegrades and our water and environment are leaching toxic estrogenic compounds.’ With his slightly disturbing ‘Floating Series’, where you can’t help but think of floating corpses wrapped in plastic, he wants to raise awareness for this overwhelming waste we produce everyday. ‘Visually, I want to convey the sacrifice we have made by our consumption and waste. The wrapped bodies represent invasive cocoons floating over vulnerable landscapes’. His pictures leave, despite their fragile beauty, a slightly bitter aftertaste.
Floating series Photographer Andrew Brodhead grew up in Savannah, Georgia, where he worked at his parent’s health food store and as a kid his daily job was to take out the recycling. This is where he recognized how much of the stuff he threw out wasn’t recyclable. He began to think about landfills and where everything goes. In his words: ‘There are islands of plastic taking over the oceans, the earth is suffocating from plastic that never biodegrades and our water and environment are leaching toxic estrogenic compounds.’ With his slightly disturbing ‘Floating Series’, where you can’t help but think of floating corpses wrapped in plastic, he wants to raise awareness for this overwhelming waste we produce everyday. ‘Visually, I want to convey the sacrifice we have made by our consumption and waste. The wrapped bodies represent invasive cocoons floating over vulnerable landscapes’. His pictures leave, despite their fragile beauty, a slightly bitter aftertaste.
Floating series Photographer Andrew Brodhead grew up in Savannah, Georgia, where he worked at his parent’s health food store and as a kid his daily job was to take out the recycling. This is where he recognized how much of the stuff he threw out wasn’t recyclable. He began to think about landfills and where everything goes. In his words: ‘There are islands of plastic taking over the oceans, the earth is suffocating from plastic that never biodegrades and our water and environment are leaching toxic estrogenic compounds.’ With his slightly disturbing ‘Floating Series’, where you can’t help but think of floating corpses wrapped in plastic, he wants to raise awareness for this overwhelming waste we produce everyday. ‘Visually, I want to convey the sacrifice we have made by our consumption and waste. The wrapped bodies represent invasive cocoons floating over vulnerable landscapes’. His pictures leave, despite their fragile beauty, a slightly bitter aftertaste.
Floating series Photographer Andrew Brodhead grew up in Savannah, Georgia, where he worked at his parent’s health food store and as a kid his daily job was to take out the recycling. This is where he recognized how much of the stuff he threw out wasn’t recyclable. He began to think about landfills and where everything goes. In his words: ‘There are islands of plastic taking over the oceans, the earth is suffocating from plastic that never biodegrades and our water and environment are leaching toxic estrogenic compounds.’ With his slightly disturbing ‘Floating Series’, where you can’t help but think of floating corpses wrapped in plastic, he wants to raise awareness for this overwhelming waste we produce everyday. ‘Visually, I want to convey the sacrifice we have made by our consumption and waste. The wrapped bodies represent invasive cocoons floating over vulnerable landscapes’. His pictures leave, despite their fragile beauty, a slightly bitter aftertaste.

Floating series

Photographer Andrew Brodhead grew up in Savannah, Georgia, where he worked at his parent’s health food store and as a kid his daily job was to take out the recycling. This is where he recognized how much of the stuff he threw out wasn’t recyclable.

He began to think about landfills and where everything goes. In his words: ‘There are islands of plastic taking over the oceans, the earth is suffocating from plastic that never biodegrades and our water and environment are leaching toxic estrogenic compounds.’ With his slightly disturbing ‘Floating Series’, where you can’t help but think of floating corpses wrapped in plastic, he wants to raise awareness for this overwhelming waste we produce everyday. ‘Visually, I want to convey the sacrifice we have made by our consumption and waste. The wrapped bodies represent invasive cocoons floating over vulnerable landscapes’. His pictures leave, despite their fragile beauty, a slightly bitter aftertaste.

My mother died in 2011. I was with her when she took her last breath. In fact there was no last breath. Each breath grew smaller and smaller. I took her pulse when it appeared that there would not be another breath. I like to think that there was one last tiny heart beat, but in fact there was no end. Only a growing silence which continues now. It was a couple of days after Japan’s tsunami. Images that devastated me. I like to think that through these images and the anxiety that they triggered in me, I anticipated my mom’s death. But I can’t be sure of anything anymore, can I ? Everything we know, everything we did, everything we think we are, everything and everyone we love, all this will be wiped out. We would like to think that something will remain, culture, knowledge, or call it “life” if you don’t want to call it God, but of this also, we have no certitude. “No certitude” seems to be the only one we have, but even this is a concept, and concepts are the first thing to go down the drain, aren’t they ? This project is dedicated to the mysterious forces thanks to which we can traverse ordeals.

My mother died in 2011. I was with her when she took her last breath. In fact there was no last breath. Each breath grew smaller and smaller. I took her pulse when it appeared that there would not be another breath. I like to think that there was one last tiny heart beat, but in fact there was no end. Only a growing silence which continues now.

It was a couple of days after Japan’s tsunami. Images that devastated me. I like to think that through these images and the anxiety that they triggered in me, I anticipated my mom’s death. But I can’t be sure of anything anymore, can I ?

Everything we know, everything we did, everything we think we are, everything and everyone we love, all this will be wiped out. We would like to think that something will remain, culture, knowledge, or call it “life” if you don’t want to call it God, but of this also, we have no certitude. “No certitude” seems to be the only one we have, but even this is a concept, and concepts are the first thing to go down the drain, aren’t they ?

This project is dedicated to the mysterious forces thanks to which we can traverse ordeals.